After the battle, many new ghosts cry, The solitary old man murmurs in his grief. |
My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains. |
The weeping voices rise straight up and strike the clouds. A passer-by at the roadside asks a conscript why, The conscript answers only that drafting happens often. |
This cream will help one's nature strengthen and grow, The diet gives support in my decline. |
This morning's scene is good and fine, Long rain has not harmed the land. |